One fine day, there was a girl who had lived in a house for 20 years without seeing much of the outside world.The little girl had dreamt of leaving her hometown for her Bachelor's Degree but due to unseen circumstances, she had completed the degree in her hometown itself.The little girl had a elder sister who did her Bachelor's Degree in other country,so she told her parents that for her Master's degree she will study in another country and her parents agreed with her.She thought of doing an MBA in Abroad but some issues were taking place so she decided to do her Master Degree in Commerce.The only thought for the little girl was to leave home so she decided to give up her MBA program in Abroad.

Finally the day has come.The exams got over, within a few days the results were out.The little girl was extremely overwhelmed with joy after seeing her results.Her parents gave her only two choices,i.e..,only two universities she must choose this or that otherwise she must study in her hometown.The little girl was quite nervous.She had submitted her applications to both universities.Suddenly,one day she was informed that they have an entrance exam in both universities.The little girl was completely shocked and she was extremely nervous.She just wanted to give a try,she placed her faith in God.She wrote her first entrance exam in her favourite college,and the next day she wrote her exam in the university which her parents liked.Unexpectedly,on the way to the exam hall she saw a boy in white shirt with long hair and they had an eye contact, even if it's just for a second.For the first time in years, the little girl was attracted to someone because while doing her studies in her hometown her daily routine was to study,eat and watch dramas.She just lived watching the dramas without letting anyone inside her world.So,it's quite new for the little girl to be attracted to someone.After the exam,she saw the boy again to confirm again because she herself can't believe that she is actually attracted to someone.Still,the little girl had no idea of coming to this university which her parents liked.

Few weeks passed,the little girl was waiting for the results.She was confused about whether she will be selected or not.The result were out from the university which her parents liked,she got selected so her parents decided to pay the fees before the result from the other university was published.Still,the little girl was extremely happy that she is finally leaving the house.She was on cloud nine.She was enjoying the moment and sharing the happiness with her father, mother and sister.After a few days,finally,they announced the opening date from the university and the little girl was ready to fly towards her dream.

The moment I finally flew away from home to chase my dreams, I felt as though an entirely new world had opened its doors for me. Everything changed within a month,something I had never imagined possible. I had spent most of my life without letting anyone except my family enter my little world. For five long years, I had never formed any close friendships. I lived inside the comfort of my home, surrounded by the love of my parents and the guidance of my elder sister. But stepping into this new chapter of my life changed everything.

For the first time after so many years, I found myself surrounded by a group of friends three boys and three girls. It felt strange at first, almost unreal. Among them, there was one boy I used to constantly ignore and tease. I never really understood why; perhaps it was his behaviour that bothered me, or perhaps it was because I still wasn’t used to letting people in. As months passed by, I realised that I was getting close to him, even though I didn’t like many things about the way he acted. The same happened with one girl in the group whose attitude often frustrated me. But somehow, despite all of this, we were all still together laughing, sharing, and living moments I had never experienced before.

A new year arrived, bringing with it unexpected joys. Within a few days, two of my friends got committed to each other. Soon after, another girl found her partner as well. I remember how happy I felt for them. Their joy was my joy, and I genuinely celebrated their new beginnings. But happiness, as I learned, has its own strange ways it doesn’t always stay for long. Without warning, a storm entered our little world. The group had a massive fight, a fight so deep that we all stopped talking completely. The harmony shattered, and the silence that followed was heavier than the loudest argument.

The first couple D and J fell apart from the group, and the second couple, A and J, stepped away too. The boy whose behaviour I disliked also left. Our group, once full of laughter and chaos, slowly dissolved. Unexpectedly, during this time, I found myself becoming close to the only boy who remained. I had promised myself that I would never allow anyone to come close to me again after everything that had happened. But life, once again, had different plans.

From January onwards, we started talking more and more. By February, we had grown extremely close. I found in him something I had never found in a friend before comfort, ease, and a strange sense of home. I called him Mr. Fish, a name that suited his playful nature. He already had a girlfriend when we joined college, and I was genuinely happy to see him happy with her. My only happiness was seeing him smile. I loved taking care of him, listening to him, and being someone he could rely on. Slowly, without me realising it, he became the person I trusted the most someone I believed I could share my world with.

But then March arrived, and with it came another storm. One day, he told me that he and his girlfriend had broken up. I didn’t know how to react whether to comfort him or to simply stay silent. But before I could understand anything, everything changed. Mr. Fish suddenly became cold, distant, and nothing like the friend I had known for the past months. His warmth disappeared, his enthusiasm vanished, and his conversations turned into short, emotionless replies.

I found myself questioning everything. Was this really my friend? Was everything we shared real, or was I imagining the closeness?

The boy who once felt like home suddenly felt like a stranger, and I was left standing in the middle of yet another storm one I never saw coming.

Without realising it, he and I grew incredibly close. It wasn’t sudden, but it was slowly weaving itself into my everyday life until he became a part of my routine. We were both staying in hostels then, which somehow made everything feel easier and more intimate. After college ended at 1:15 every afternoon, we would walk back together to our hostels. The afternoons were quiet; we would rest for a while, letting the exhaustion of classes fade away. By evening, without even having to plan it, we would meet again for coffee and snacks which became our unspoken ritual.

Every day followed the same pattern, and that consistency brought me a strange sense of peace. After coffee, I would drop him back at his hostel and then return to mine. It felt natural, effortless, like something I had been doing all my life, even though it was all so new to me. There were small details that made these moments special things that might seem insignificant to others but meant the world to me. I never liked the thick milk cream that floated on top of my coffee, and he would drink that milk cream from my coffee and give it to me, just so I wouldn’t have to deal with it. It was a small gesture, but it spoke volumes about how closely he observed me, how much he cared in his own quiet way.

Nights were reserved for conversations. No matter how tired we were, we would talk before sleeping about the day, about random thoughts, about nothing and everything at once. Those conversations became my comfort, the part of the day I looked forward to the most. Somewhere between those late-night calls and shared silences, he slowly became my safe place.

Then came the days when he wasn’t feeling well. His health started troubling him, and seeing him like that made me worry in ways I had never worried about anyone outside my family. One day, during a call, he sounded like he wanted to ask me something. He hesitated, paused mid-sentence, and then suddenly stopped. That silence stayed with me long after the call ended. I couldn’t understand why he was holding back, why he was overthinking before asking me something. It unsettled me, because by then, I believed there was nothing he couldn’t share with me.

Later, he finally told me what he wanted to ask. He asked if I could wash his clothes for him since he wasn’t well. Without thinking twice, I said yes. I knew he wasn’t keeping well, and I genuinely wanted to help. That moment remains etched in my memory, because it was the first and last time in my life I washed a boy’s clothes. And it was his. I didn’t see it as a favour or a burden; I saw it as care, as something you do for someone who matters.

Days passed like this, wrapped in closeness and routine, until things slowly began to change. Arguments started appearing out of nowhere. Small misunderstandings turned into frequent fights. Despite everything, no matter how hurt I was, I would still go and talk to him. I never knew how to stay away from him. On May 7, I finally asked him something that had been weighing heavily on my heart. I told him that the way I kept begging him, the way I kept holding on, was becoming painful for me. I asked him why things had become so difficult between us.

His response shattered something inside me. He said that seeing me beg like that hurt him, but then he added words I never expected to hear, he told me that we should stop talking altogether. Just like that. As if everything we shared could be erased with one sentence.

After hurting me like that in the morning, The same night, he called me. But I didn’t answer. I blocked him. Maybe it was my last attempt at protecting myself, at holding on to whatever dignity I had left. He tried again from two new numbers but I stayed silent. I told myself that I should never speak to him again, that I should forget he ever existed in my life. I convinced myself that forgetting him was the only way I could survive the pain he had caused.

I believed that was the end. I truly thought that chapter of my life had closed for good.

But fate had other plans.

Just when I thought the story was over, destiny decided to play its cruelest game with us. What followed next was something I never expected something that would change everything all over again.